In this schizophrenic world between the poet and the lover inside me,
you're the only constant reality. They know you and they love you.
All he's doing is watch over it. He's protecting his unfulfilled but
deeply satisfied love from the poet and the lover for this mere mortal
man has never loved more.
And yes, he's always let go of you for
the poet, the lover, and other men of yore... But this time, he's kept a
part of you imprisoned but free deep inside a lonely, ivory tower of his mind.
Who's he?
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